This center is for unconditional love for the self, and others, compassion, passion, and devotion. When fully open it becomes a channel for Universal Love
When balanced, a person feels joy, peace, harmony, happiness, forgiveness, acceptance, compassion, and generosity
When unbalanced, fear, anger, isolation and unworthiness. Unsympathetic, self-centered, selfish, unforgiving.
"The heart chakra is the bridge between our humanity and our divinity" ~SD
In the sacred circle today a wise woman shared some very powerful sentiments with regard to the heart chakra. I share with you here the message my heart received from her words.
Never fear that you are unloved....for the love of the Divine Mother is unconditional and ever present in our lives.
Imagine the most beautiful flower you have ever seen. The only way the flower can successfully open to it's fullest expression is if it has strong roots and a strong stem. The heart chakra is that beautiful flower. In order for it to bloom in it's full beauty it needs strong roots (groundedness and a sense of security - 1st chakra) and a strong stem (a strong, functional relationship with the Self as well as others. That includes self-love - 2nd chakra).
The deep longing for love and connection that we feel in our hearts should be turned towards God. Like the flower turns it's face to the sun.
I am eternally grateful to this practice of yoga and to the teachers who lovingly guide me along the way. It is what strengths me and gives me a sense of groundedness and security. It is the practice that feeds me and opens, not only my heart, but my connection to the Divine. When the connection to God is strong, the knot in our heart dissolves and we can truly be a channel for Universal love.
Yesterday a yoga student shared with me the devastating news that her son had died suddenly. As I hugged her I could feel my heart breaking for her. She was living every mother's worst fear. I didn't know how to respond when she said "I don't know how to go on..."
A few weeks ago my own daughter experienced a life threatening event as a result of complications in childbirth. One minutes we are in Kutztown celebrating my daughter's graduation from college and next I'm sitting in the emergency room at 1am with my son. He had emergency surgery to remove his appendix. I no sooner got him home and settled and I'm back at the ER with my oldest. During the days leading up to and following the birth of my granddaughter I was running back and forth between the hospital with Amanda and home to check on Jake as he recovered from surgery.
The past month of working, teaching yoga, taking care of household chores while tending to the needs of my family has …
I fell off the yoga wagon. I admit it. I haven't posted lately because I've been in a really negative mental state. I'm telling myself that I can't do yoga because I'm too miserable. How stupid is that?! It's as bad as the people who tell me they can't do yoga because they aren't flexible enough. Duh!! Doing yoga improves flexibility. Duh!! I need yoga to improve my mental state!
Oh yea.... I forgot..... So here I am.
Being an aspiring yogi is very much like being a mom. Regardless of how you feel physically or mentally the show must go on. As a mom, even when you're tired or cranky or having a meltdown, you're still a mom. There's dinner to make and dishes to wash and children to chauffeur.
The same is true as a yogi. Even when you're tired or cranky and most especially during the unavoidable mental meltdowns, you are still a yogi. That means you still show up to the mat and do the practice.
Today we said farewell to the lady in the purple gloves. What a beautiful tribute to a remarkable lady. Her daughter wearing a red dress made me smile. Earlier today I was sharing a story about MJ with my yoga class. One day MJ came to yoga wearing beautiful purple gloves. When I remarked about how beautiful they were she replied "I'm an old woman now so I can wear purple". You see, only old women can wear purple gloves and a red hat that didn't go....
I was thinking about all the thoughtful little trinkets MJ would bring me when she came for yoga. The little angel medal, the prayer card from her pilgrimage to the Camino de Santiago, the little purple lump of clay with a smiley face, the mala bracelet, just to name a few. I thought about bringing some of the trinkets to give to her great-grandchildren. Instead, when I arrived at the service, her children had set up "Granny's flea market" so that everyone who came to pay their respects could t…